Poor Twiga

Today, my brother-from-another-mother Twiga is at the doctor’s office getting his balls removed. After today Twiga and I will be even more alike since I’m already a eunuch.

Twiga sent me a photo of the fancy health clinic where his procedure will happen:

Twiga in the Health Clinic!

He was really surprised at how nice it was because he assumed that all health clinics were like the ones he’d seen in Tanzania:

The clinic where our mom works in Tanzania

I know he’s probably really scared and I wish I could be there to comfort him since I know exactly what he’s going through.

So Twiga, if you’re reading this: you’re gonna be fine and you won’t notice a thing when it’s over. This “neutering” business is a simple rite of passage if you’re going to be a pet in America. Even I’ve had it done and you think I’m pretty cool, right?

Just after I had my balls chopped off

Update May 8, 2013

Twiga made it through his ball-removal procedure just fine, but now he has to wear one of those stupid necklaces for a week. Poor kitty!